I was talking to my mom, and I asked her "can you even remember how long its been since I felt good...?"...."Years". I'm 21 and can't remember good days. They are just childhood memories to me.
I was walking down the hall and got the sudden urge to do a cartwheel, I didn't, I can't. Physically is the main reason, but I miss those times when i was happy and just did a speratic cartwheel, not a care in the world.
Right now its 1:30(still early in my wait for sleep), my legs cramp, I have the flu, and all I have for tomorrow is another day of sleep, bad TV, and sitting watch my life past away.
It should be this way.